My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1538

Chapter 1538: Waiting in Silence

Now it was Ayan's turn to be silent.

Because in the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel her heartbeat, something that no one else could replace.

The softness in his palm made his throat churn, and his deep eyes grew even darker.

Narrowing his gaze, he watched as Camille's eyes gradually took on a layer of the distinctive depth of a man. He reached out and clasped her hand, his voice hoarse and gentle, "I can feel it."

His gaze was too direct, as if a wild beast in the forest had spotted a delicious prey, and this made Camille suddenly realize something. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and her ears burned even hotter.

She lowered her eyes, no longer wanting to look at Ayan, and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back from his grasp.

Every one of her actions was observed by Ayan, and seeing her embarrassment, he smiled lightly. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, asking softly, "Are you shy?"

Camille remained silent, only pursing her lips, giving off an air of not wanting to be bothered, not wanting to say anything at all.

Ayan laughed, and Camille, feeling both embarrassed and angry, raised her hand and directly pounded on the man's shoulder. "That's enough, okay?!"

Full of threat, Ayan quickly responded, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything anymore."

Though he stopped speaking, he continued to smile. Camille couldn't stand it anymore and sat up straight from his embrace, glaring at him with a hint of anger. "Are you still laughing at me, Ayan?"

Ayan looked at her, his expression unchanged. "No, really, I'm not laughing anymore."

Camille snorted coldly. "I'm ignoring you."

After saying that, Ayan let go of her hand and prepared to go upstairs.

But Ayan naturally refused to let go. He held her hand and led her upstairs, his voice full of tenderness. "I'm really not laughing. I'm happy."

He was happy because she didn't want to try on wedding dresses for reasons related to her ex-boyfriend or anyone else, but for him. She didn't want to distract him from his work and cause trouble for Simpson Group and the Simpson family.

The two of them walked hand in hand back to the bedroom. Just as they entered the room, Camille was pressed against the wall, and the man's lips came crashing down.

Camille raised her hands and climbed onto his neck, enjoying this moment of pleasure.

That night, Camille climaxed twice. She didn't want to move anymore, and Ayan took care of the rest. She fell asleep with her head on the pillow.

Camille had a dream, a dream about her wedding with Ayan. Timmy acted as their flower boy, and the wedding scene was grand, of course.

Everything went smoothly, and the scene was incredibly happy and beautiful. But just as they finished their vows and were about to take a group photo with everyone, Kian hurriedly approached Ayan and Camille from the entrance, his voice filled with urgency. "Mr. Simpson, something happened to Simpson Group."

Before Kian could finish, Camille woke up from her dream.

She instinctively looked beside her, but Ayan was not there.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it. It was already half past six in the morning.

Camille put down her phone, her mind still in the state of her dream. She thought about that dream and what Kian had said at the end. She became restless and uneasy.

She tightly pursed her lips, her expression extremely serious. She sat there, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom door was opened from the outside.

The person who entered was Ayan. He gazed at the person on the bed, her expression vacant, lost in her thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and approached the bed, but Camille didn't make any movements throughout the process.